Some voices we cannot hear now
Voices that were tortured to silence
Words cascaded down into the river
Merging surging by their own will
Suddenly silence spread its sheets
For the birds of prey hovered above
Now words must seek permission
If they have to beat the silence
For the instincts of the predators rule
And small birds are ready to die.
......
Some voices we cannot hear now
Voices that were tortured to silence
Words cascaded down into the river
Merging surging by their own will
Suddenly silence spread its sheets
For the birds of prey hovered above
Now words must seek permission
If they have to beat the silence
For the instincts of the predators rule
And small birds are ready to die.
......